The sun shines as it has before

But one day millions of years away

It will shine no more

Having incinerated this part of space

And all that will be left to trace

Is space dust; All that will be left

All that’s left of you, him, her, myself

Dust molecules afloat in the great void of space

And eons hence, some stray gravitational pull

Might tug it all forward in haste

Drawing material in to subsequently use

To create a new sun and worlds with skies of various hues of blue

But only a part of the dust which was me or you

Will come in contact with an old process, never new

Which turns molecules into “lively matter” as such processes do

And then there will be from your molecules a new you

Which is far from  the old you

Preserving no memory of you

Unable to feel for you

Or convey any trace of a thought from you

For such, molecules can’t do

Nevertheless it will be me and you

For we are forever one with the whole of “reality”

And in ways which you can’t plainly see

We are eternal in physical essence

And while reincarnation cannot be true

For intellect, feelings, and experience

The center of you

Cannot be recreated again

But atoms nevertheless

Eternally preserves the essense of man